Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Woolen Blankets
feather-soft, I trail fingers
through waters deep and wide
reaching beneath the surface
touch all the real places
covered by your depths
cupping my hands
I taste, with greedy lips
all the things you never say
(are they for me, your words?)
inexplicably, I know you, feel you
verses weave and wend
picking up the threads
wherever they lay
I knit them into woolen blankets
nestle and curl underneath them
your poetry becomes my home
tara caribou | ©2021
40 Comments on “Woolen Blankets”
Raw Earth Ink 
lovely ..
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Thank you! 💕
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Beautiful. The lines:
“feather-soft, I trail fingers
through waters deep and wide”
…evokes an image of someone, perhaps in the afterglow of lovemaking, lazily (but with intent) letting their fingers dip into the waters while in a canoe or low boat on a placid lake.
Dreamy. I wonder what the subject wants to hear while drinking words.
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That’s what I pictured as well. Only reaching beneath the surface of the vast lake who is the artist, that’s where the real parts are. The reasons behind the art. The heart and soul.
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What gorgeous imagery. Curling up under the warmth of someone’s words. So lovely.
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Becoming something more…
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Dazzling end. Loved where you went with this one.
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I’m so glad you did.
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An ode to another poet, and I wonder who might be so deserving.
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I think it changes from piece to piece. If we allow the art to really move us.
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Ah, yes.
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I don’t do Sundays online – today I’m glad I did – I wouldn’t have wanted to miss your words, Tara – and yes, yet again – I’ve read them more than once.
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Eric, I’m so pleased you stopped by and that these lines could touch your heart.
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Tara Caribou – Poet to Poet
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Beautifully constructed, Tara: the warmth of curling inside someone else.
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Allowing their art and their inner parts to seep in… there’s nothing like it.
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Absolutely!
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Lovely imagery….the lines were unfolding themselves….beautiful flow, Tara ✨
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Thank you Navin! I’m so pleased this reached you.
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You’re welcome, Tara….
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Absolutely beautiful poetry ❤️🌹
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Thank you, kind friend!
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It’s a pleasure 🌸🌹
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Very very beautiful.
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Thank you for the kind words. I’m so glad you enjoyed this one.
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🙂
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Hmmm! Ur poetry becomes my world
If you can call it chosen
I did remain the best friend chosen from heaven to fill ur world with love
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The world can always benefit from more love.
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Yes!💕💕💕🌹🌹❤️❤️
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Oh Tara, this is outstanding!!!! Exquisite!!!
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Cassa! 💕 I love that you were touched by this piece.
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💚💚
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Beautifully written. This one is remarkable.
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3am thoughts… I want the heart and soul of the artist to seep into my bones.
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Amazing beautiful!
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Thank you for the nice words.
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So beautiful
Happy Valentine’s Day
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Thank you ☺️ Happy Valentines Day to you as well.
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THANKS
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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